I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy
I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
Working towards Common goals
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine
I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…
Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen
If I had one wish And a pound weighed a ton I’d hope you’d know my heart And the extent of my love
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know